Page 58 of A Taste for the Peculiar

“Don’t tease,” she grits, digging her heel into their back.

“Oh, I would never, my lady.” They give her a flash of teeth. “Not after you were so kind to me earlier.”

Her cheeks heat. No matter how she tries to move, Pye holds her fast. This is Pye’s revenge for the way she tormented them. This is what she deserves.

“You say you want all of me this instant.” Pye cups her face in their hand and gives a meager roll of their hips. “But that’s not the whole truth, is it?”

Avirin whimpers.

Pye clucks his tongue. “Our lessons were meant for me to teach you, but you have no idea the things you’ve shown me.” His hand dips between her legs to start a slow circle against her clit. “I’ve seen what makes you shudder. What pulls your mind out of your body. What turns your eyes that beautiful black.” The sound of his fingers grows wet with her desire, but Pye’s rhythm does not falter. “You have taught me all about you, Avirin, and I am a very good student when it comes to my favorite subject.”

She cries out against his jaw, but he only tightens the circles against her.

“Let me satisfy your appetites,” he purrs. “Let me feed your every hunger. Will you allow me that, dear wife?”

Her body threatens to combust, and she clenches her eyes shut. All her life, she has fought to control herself. All that fight for dominion, and it has done nothing but exhaust her.

What if, in this room, she gave that discipline over to someone else? Someone she trusts. Someone who seeks her pleasure more ardently than she does. Someone who sees layers of herself that she hasn’t begun to peel back.

Her fingers curl in Pye’s hair. “Yes. Gods, please, give —”

Pye drags their thumb down her bottom lip. “Tell me.” Their cock edges inside her for a brief moment before they withdraw. “I want to hear your demands. I want to watch the filthy words fall from your mouth.”

Something ravenous breaks inside her. She grips his wrist between her legs for something to steady her. “Give me — your cock.”

The words feel wrong in her mouth, until she meets Pye’s gaze again. Lust burns in their eyes, a raging fire that could consume her. She can’t think of what sounds right or wrong; she knows only what she needs.

“My lord wife,” she pants, “my lady husband…” Her lip quivers, but she can’t hold back any longer. The words rush out of her like waves crashing against rocks. “I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.” She closes her fist over the base of his cock, and he hisses when she urges him deeper. “Fill me until I know nothing but you. Do not stop until I beg.”

He groans. “There you are.” Then he bottoms out inside her.

Both their moans cut through the stillness of night. Her toes curl behind his head, and he drags kisses down the inside of her knee when he rolls into her. Every ridge of his cock stretches her open, drawing out sounds she never knew she could make.

Pye drinks her in. “So fucking needy. Was it the weeks of waiting that did this?” He revels in the sight of her cunt clinging to him as he rocks into her. “Or was your perfect pussy molded just for me?

She would blush if there were any blood left in her face. She is no stranger to disgrace, but this feels different, burning a scorching path from her gut down between her legs. Shame has always been a weapon used against her, but Pye has found a way to wield it that only brings her pleasure.

She drags her mouth against Pye’s ear, something rebellious sparking inside her. “I think it’s your cock that was made for me.”

Pye’s tongue presses to his canine when he smiles. “Mm, that’s exactly what it is.”

He grinds his pelvis against her clit and takes his time, strokes long and decadent, her thigh held against his chest so he can wind deeper.

Avirin mewls.

“What is it, my love?” he simpers. “Don’t you want it?” Cruelly, he drags completely out of her. “It was made for you, wasn’t it? Fuck it like it’s yours.”

Avirin tries to do as he says, but Pye won’t let her close enough. He keeps her leg pinned back, leaving her squirming and panting when she grits her teeth.

“Whatever is the problem?” Pye coos. “Is it too much for you, my lady? Should we pause?”

“Give it to me.”

His chuckle makes her mind blur. “My, my, someone’s forgotten her manners.” Pye takes their cock in hand and taps it against her clit. “My dear, sweet Avirin, transformed into a spoiled brat at the first taste of my cock.”

It burns through her, heightening her desire until she squirms beneath them. Then Pye sinks inside her again, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds. She is a swollen, sloppy mess, but there is no part of her left to be embarrassed. Everything has melted into a rising tide of want.

Something encircles her clit, and she squeals before she realizes it’s Pye’s tongue extending from his mouth. The appendage is impossibly long and thin, suckling her like a butterfly seeking nectar.